Unknown Omen

Unknown ghosts make a pass
Through the canopy of well-built tiles;
Were they a bunch of people or nymph-lass?
Sometimes they do pass through isles

Across the house; are they real apparitions?
Or a tale of a mind, hallucinatory and fictitious?
How could one scare off a form, shun,
And how could one avoid being ambitious

To know what they are;  they have  brought an unknown impatience,
And yet have created a dale of dreamlike fancy,
Will they go out of my way, my being and lanes;
Will they be a good omen forever and evermore be?

May they be, immortal and deathless,
If they come to touch, love and tend this being.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin